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  “Yes. But with your cock.”

  “Not yet. I want to do you another way first.” Taking her by the hips, he sat back and tugged her back until her bottom fit nicely over his legs. He cupped her breast and covered her pussy before slipping a finger between her folds. Her tied hands and blindfold added to his pleasure as she held her hands in front of her, grasping to hold onto anything she could find.

  “I’m going to fuck your ass. Don’t worry. Maybe not tonight, but soon. You were right about your ankles.” Ripping it, he got rid of the thong tying her ankles together.

  He lifted her, turning her as though she weighed nothing, and made her stand. “Don’t move.”

  Lying down, he held her by her legs and guided her to her knees, catching her as she fell, then easing her down to straddle his head. Her chest heaved, bouncing her titties, as he pulled her pussy folds apart to get a good look at her. She gasped, holding her bound hands in front of her.

  “Damn you’re beautiful. So pink. So perfect.”

  He swirled his fingers around her clit, into her pussy, loving the soft mewling sounds she made. “You’re already sopping wet. I’m going to love licking your cream. Then once I’m finished eating you, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand up.”

  She moved her arms together and rubbed her forearms over her taut nipples. The harder he massaged her pussy, the harder she rubbed her pebbled nipples.

  “Good, baby. Make those stand up good and tall so they’ll be ready when I suck on them.”

  He brought her down, spreading her folds just far enough to flick his tongue over her clit.

  She straightened up at the touch of his tongue against her clit and gripped his hair.

  “Watch the hairpulling. If you must use your hands, then use them here.” He guided her hands to her pussy. “Rub your clit. I want to see you pleasure yourself.”

  “But, Daniel—”

  He slapped her thigh, reminding her not to speak. She nodded and circled her fingers over her clit. Her pants grew louder, more urgent as an orgasm raked through her. She shuddered and withdrew her fingers.

  “Lick your cream off your fingers. Wait. First, let me.”

  He brought her hands to his mouth and sucked on one finger. “Sweet as honey. Now you taste.”

  She did as he said, sliding her fingers into her mouth. He watched her, entranced at how seductive she was without even trying. Spreading her folds, he mimicked her movements, circling his fingers over her clit and into her pussy. He loved to see her juices on his fingers.

  “Bend over.” She bent over as he held her, trusting him to keep her upright.

  Putting his fingers on her pouty, full lips, he watched as she inhaled her own fragrant scent. Then, without his bidding, she peeked her tongue between her lips and slid it over his fingers.

  His cock throbbed, warning him not to take too much longer. “I’m going to eat you now, and I want you to make noises. Let me know how much you like me eating you.”

  Positioning her cunt over him, he lowered her to his face. The nectar of her juices swamped him, and, instead of taking it slowly as he’d wanted, he pulled her to him, flattening his tongue to drink from her pussy. She was hot and wet and waiting for him to drink her dry.

  She moaned and grabbed her beautiful breasts again, moving them back and forth as he watched. She was everything he’d ever wanted in a woman and more. And she would be their mate soon.

  Gripping her ass, he kept her to him, the sounds of him sucking and nipping at her mixing with her moans of desire. Her body shuddered as another climax broke free. Her cream covered his face, and he sucked harder, tugging her clit between his teeth as she shouted out yet another release.

  She was their woman, the mate they’d barely dared to dream about. Her body was so responsive, so quick to answer his touch. Unlike other women, she drove him insane with lust just by looking at him.

  He slid his tongue over his lips and sighed. A struggle between his desire to hold out and his yearning to fuck her grew more impossible to ignore. Groaning, he tongue fucked her again, sweeping his tongue over her clit then sucking as hard as he could. Her body shook, trembling as her juices ran down his throat.

  He pushed her up, needing to drag in a breath. But he needed more than just her cream. He needed to have his cock buried deep in her pussy. Helping her to stand again, he settled her on the coffee table then laid her down. He bent, wanting to see her pussy once more before he filled it with his cock.

  “You’re mine. You’re ours. Anderson’s and mine. No one else’s from this moment on. Do you understand?”

  She whimpered, turning him on even more. He pushed her arms above her head, making her breasts jiggle with the movement.

  “Spread your legs even wider. Good girl. That’s how I like to see you. Spread eagle and ready for my cock.”

  He stroked his cock, not because it could grow any longer, any harder, but because he wanted to delay the moment of his entry into her pussy.

  “Fuck me, Daniel.”

  He hadn’t told her to speak, but he was happy that she had. She had spunk. Playing submissive was a lot different than actually being submissive. She was no timid mouse he could order around, unless she wanted him to. He and Anderson were dominant males, men who took their pleasure when and how they wanted it, and their mate couldn’t be anything less than a strong-willed, strong-minded woman.

  He grabbed her legs and lifted her. She bit her lips but didn’t cry out as most women would have. The backs of her knees fit against his elbows as he raised her high enough so he wouldn’t have to bend over. Her breasts fell toward her face, bouncing as he wrestled her into position.

  He didn’t give her any warning. Instead, he thrust, driving into her as hard as he could. He pounded her pussy, pulling in then shoving back. The soft sounds of huh as he slammed into her drove him higher. His balls slapped against the crack of her ass.

  “Take off your blindfold. I want you to watch me fuck you.”

  She tugged the T-shirt over her face and down to circle her neck, getting it out of the way as best she could with her hands still tied. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth parted as he thrust into her again and again.

  “You’re so tight. So hot. So wet.” His balls drew up, and he growled, not wanting to come too soon but fearful that he couldn’t stop it. Her pussy clamped around his cock, pulling to take his seed.

  Pressing his fingers against her clit, he rubbed at the button, wanting her to come again before he did. She stiffened, drew in a quick breath, then called his name as she came. Her warm cream spread over his cock and around her pussy.

  Yet it was the sound of her calling his name that finally pushed him over the edge. He groaned and let his cum burst from his cock, spilling his seed inside her. Spasms racked him as he lowered her legs. His own legs threatened to give out, and he fell to the sofa.

  “You’re one amazing woman, baby.”

  She smiled, her chest still heaving. At last, she offered her tied hands to him.

  He grinned and arched an eyebrow. “Aw. I hate to untie you. You’re so much easier to handle when you’re tied up.”

  Chapter Eight

  Shannon glanced back at the sofa bed where she and Daniel had made love several times throughout the night as she tiptoed toward the bedroom. She peeked into the bedroom and saw Milly stretched out on top of her bed, her clothes still on.

  Had she and Daniel gotten so engrossed in sex that they’d failed to notice when Milly came home? Had Milly seen them? Embarrassment sent a flash of heat to her face.

  Daniel had gotten up early, and, pretending that she was still asleep, she’d waited until she’d heard the sound of the door closing. After waiting a few more minutes to be safe, she’d gotten out of the sofa bed and dressed in a hurry.

  Trying not to wake Milly, she found a magnetic notepad stuck on the refrigerator, tore off a sheet, and rummaged in the small side table in the living room for a pen or pencil. She scribbled a quick thank
-you note telling Milly that she wouldn’t be returning.

  Her heart felt heavy as she signed the paper. Not returning meant she wouldn’t see Daniel or Anderson again. Could she leave without telling them good-bye? Would they try to keep her as Daniel had claimed if they knew she was leaving? But most of all, could she survive a life without them?

  Daniel and Anderson said they belonged together, the three of them, loving and caring for each other for the rest of their lives. From now to forever, according to Daniel. Her bottom lip trembled. She couldn’t stay knowing the vampire that had murdered her sister was alive and living in the same town. But she knew she’d never love any other man. Not like she loved them.

  She placed the note on the kitchen counter and set a coaster on top of it. Wiping away a tear for a future she couldn’t have, she stood up straight, picked up her duffel bag, and left the apartment.

  Her van was parked in front of Milly’s, but it was still several hours before the diner would open. Throwing her bag in the back of the van, she headed down Main Street. She’d gotten lucky, getting the information she’d needed so easily. The woman she’d met last night who shared Milly’s washer and dryer and lived on the block behind the diner had assumed she was Milly’s friend. With a few careful questions, the woman had told her where to find the vampire’s home.

  Could a vampire have a home? A house, sure, but could his place ever be called a home? The house would never know a family or the sound of children’s laughter, so how could it be called a home?

  She let her mind stray to the children who played in the park across from her Boston home. Would she ever have children of her own? She doubted it. The future seemed far away and lonely even in the bright sunshine of the morning.

  She didn’t need GPS to locate Deacon Slater’s home. The woman’s directions were dead on as she drove around a curve and saw the side road. She would’ve missed it if she hadn’t known about the wrought iron gate with chains around the latch.

  For a brief moment, she considered waiting as Charlie had asked her. But she knew if she didn’t try to get Deacon now, she never would. Taking out her phone, she tried to phone her sister, but the call went straight to voice mail. When had she ever known her sister to not answer? She shrugged off the tingle of worry, dismissing it as nerves.

  Once again, the idea that Deacon Slater wasn’t the killer nagged at her. Did she believe Daniel and Anderson? She did. But couldn’t their friendship with the vampire be coloring their minds from seeing the truth? The investigator she’d hired had said he’d never been more certain of anything. She had to believe him. What motive would he have had to lie?

  Driving past the entrance, she pulled the van off the side of the road, leaving the keys in the ignition. Tucking two stakes into her jeans, she climbed the fence separating the land from the roadway and backtracked to the gravel road leading away from the gate.

  She had to get the job done today even if she died trying. She just hoped Daniel and Anderson would understand and forgive her.

  “I’m sorry, guys. I love you, but I have to do this for my sister.” Breaking into a jog, she hurried toward the vampire’s house looming in the distance.

  Shannon slowed down a few yards away and crept toward the house. She’d expected to see guards or at least a human or two standing watch around the place. But the house appeared to be deserted. A nervous tickle swept up her spine, but she ignored the warning. What did it matter? In an hour, either she or the vampire would be dead.

  Keeping low, she skirted to the side of the house. No lights were on, but that didn’t mean anything since the sun was out. The vampire would still be asleep for several hours to come. At least she hoped so. She was no longer sure that her facts about vampires were correct. Even if he slept through the day, she expected Daniel and Anderson to come after her. If she was lucky, she’d have gotten a good head start before they realized she’d left Milly’s.

  She tried one window then another, although she hadn’t expected to find one unlocked. Still, it didn’t hurt to try. Luck was on her side as she tried the door on the side of the house leading into the garage. She held her breath as the doorknob turned and she pushed it open a crack. But why?

  The first possibility was that the vampire had grown lax in his security. Yet she doubted it. Deacon Slater struck her as a very conscientious man. Another possibility was that someone else, a servant or groupie, had accidentally left it unlocked. She could see that happening, but it was a remote chance. The third possibility wasn’t one she wanted to consider, yet it was the one that seemed the most likely. Had the vampire set a trap for her?

  She paused, her hand on the doorknob, as she tried to think of another way inside. The sound of a pickup driving along the road reminded her that she had to hurry if she wanted to get the deed done before Daniel, Anderson, and who knew who else arrived. She made her decision and stepped inside.

  The black Cadillac she’d seen behind the pharmacy was parked alongside a red Ferrari.

  Looks like Deacon likes to ride fast and furious at times. But in a convertible? Maybe he takes to the roads at night when he can let the wind whip through his hair.

  She hurried toward the only other door in the garage and tried the knob. Like the first one, the door leading into the house was unlocked. Her nerves jumped from a tickle to a steel rod stiffening her neck. The odds that he’d set a trap for her had gone up.

  Again, she tried to think of another option. Could the same irresponsible servant have left two doors open? It was still a remote possibility. She bit her lower lip and tried to keep her breathing normal. She had to make a choice. Would she go in or give up her chance to kill the vampire?

  She closed her eyes and whispered a prayer to her deceased sister. “Christine, if you’re watching over me, please, please keep me safe. Give me a sign if you can.” She waited, her eyes still closed, but heard nothing. Opening her eyes, she stepped inside the vampire’s house.

  * * * *

  “You were supposed to be watching her.” They’d had fights before, but Anderson had never been as angry at Daniel as he was now.

  “Back off, cuz. I didn’t think she’d wake up that early.” Daniel’s blue eyes glistened with flecks of amber. “I thought I’d worn her out.”

  “Where did you have to go, anyway? You could’ve made coffee at Milly’s.” Had his cousin condemned their future mate by wanting a caffeine hit?

  Daniel paced from the front of Milly’s diner to their pickup. “Milly was out of coffee, so I used her key and made coffee in the diner.” He whirled to face Anderson. “What the hell does it matter now? We’re wasting time when we should be out hunting for her.”

  Anderson jumped into the passenger seat. “You’re right. So where do you think she’s gone?”

  Daniel gripped the steering wheel then ran his palms along the steel. Anderson’s mind whirled with fear for Shannon, making it harder to think.

  “I don’t think she’d go to the pharmacy. She knows he doesn’t come in until night.”

  “Agreed.” Anderson scanned the buildings around them, trying to think where she could’ve gone. “She’s either hiding in her van in an out-of-the-way place or…”

  Daniel shifted to face him and finished the sentence. “Or she’s gone to Deacon’s house to catch him while he’s asleep.”

  “Shit. I hate to say it, but I think you’re right. Get a move on, cousin, and pray that old van of hers broke down before she got to Deacon’s.”

  Daniel pulled out of the parking space then slammed his foot onto the accelerator. The pickup put down black marks as it raced down Main Street.

  * * * *

  Shannon smiled as the feeling of utter bliss cocooned her against the world around her. Her thoughts rolled in a jumbled mess of images from her past, her present, and her hopes for the future. She saw Christine as she’d looked before the drugs had ravished her body, her long blonde hair shining as she twirled around the backyard of their parents’ home. Beside her was
Charlie, the smile on her face matching Shannon’s own smile. They were mere children playing with their new puppy.

  The vision blurred into the faces of her father and mother. But they didn’t fill her with happiness, so she forced the visions away and, instead, saw Daniel’s face as he made love to her. Amber flecks filled his eyes, and she wondered again at their presence. But what did it matter against the soft words of love and adoration he’d whispered in her ear?

  All at once, Daniel wasn’t alone. Anderson appeared next to him. He held out his arms for her, and she almost wept when she ran to him. They were the two men who loved her, and she loved them back.

  She cried out as agony flared in her arm and the images of Daniel and Anderson faded away. She blinked then blinked again, trying to deny what she saw.

  “I’m sorry. I don’t like inflicting pain, but I had to pull you out of the dream world I’d given you.”

  Deacon Slater stood over her as she sat on the edge of a chair. The room was filled with magnificent paintings, sculptures, and furnishings made from luxurious fabrics. Unlike the ranch-style house’s modest exterior that blended in with the surrounding area, the inside of the house reminded her of photographs she’d seen of castles and magnificent mansions.

  “Where am I?” Her vision cleared. She tried to move her arms and her legs, but it was as though they were stuck to the chair.

  “Please don’t struggle so. I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.” Deacon arched his eyebrows. “Do you not remember breaking into my home?”

  Fear made it harder to talk. “Y–yes.”

  “Although I’d hardly call it breaking and entering, since I left the doors unlocked and unguarded for you.” He lifted a goblet and swirled the red liquid around. “Would you like a drink, Shannon? May I call you Shannon? After all we’ve gone through, I think we’re ready to be on a first-name basis, don’t you?”

  She glared at him, refusing to let her nerves get the better of her. “So this was a trap.”